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73 Saturday - Nov. 25 - 7:30 P.M. My dearest darling: So many little things to talk to you about this evening- Last night when I turned on the light in the bedroom to get ready for bed, Wendy woke up and she stayed wide awake til I just had to stop reading and turn off the light. The conversation a running monologue ran like this gak, gah, GAK-m-m-m hahaha - bl, bl, blll, ga-GAK. I laughed til I could hardly stop - it was priceless. This morning I woke up just after you kissed me a gentle, warm one that made all nice and shivery inside. Paula and Keeo stopped by about 10:30, and we set out for Monterey. First stop of course was the P.O. where the mimeographed sheet from you was waiting plus letters from Grandfather and M and F. Bill visited here in Carmel last year - he is still in France. Then to Monterey and the Presidio where I got my commissary card. At Holman's I found a nice little change purse to send Susie for Christmas. Together with the individual presents, I'm going to get a box of glacé fruit for them all. When we got home Paula asked me to have lunch with her. So I fed Wendy and then went over. I can't quite figure Paula - I have that uneasy feeling I sometimes have about certain people - perhaps it's just because she seems so unsure of herself. She is so generous - and would do anything for anyone. She is over confiding, but I think that's because she craved affection and isn't getting it from Bill. [pg 2] I've even had to listen to a very detailed account of their sex life or rather lack of it. It's appalling, and me realize more than ever how much you, and in it's own important place, our own sex life means to me. You have been so wise in many ways with me, and I love and appreciate you so much for it. This afternoon we stopped by to see Bev, who was busy redecorating her kitchen. Monday she is coming up to help me cut out some play suits for Wendy. The little piece of pink seersucker is some I pounced on today - it's practically worth it's weight in gold. There are just no cottons to be had. We got home at bath time, and Wendy and I started a new game. I put her on the bed on her tummy facing the foot - and then I hide on the other side. Our own particular peek-a-boo, and it sets Wendy into gales of laughter and giggles accompanied by much head bobbing -Santa's belly has nothing on our sprout! Stopped in to see Muriel Simpson a the Monterey Red Cross, and she said they would be happy to have some of Wendy's outgrown clothes for Christmas distribution - so I will take a bundle next time we go over. She mentioned that she and her husband were coming to Carmel for a concert tomorrow and had gotten a sitter for young Joan. I told her that I would be delighted to take care of Joan anytime they come over - she seemed pleased and said they would. I did read thru your letters after all last night - they do me so much good darling. I’d be lost without them. Oh, how I wish they would send you home, even for a day after this assignment. When you left, Hawaii seemed so far away, and now it seems so near that I can almost believe you’re coming home. [pg 3] There is such a ‘residence of loneliness’ that only having you with me again will help. Of course, it's not only a physical craving, but an all over feeling that makes me want to lie against you and talk. It's hard to describe but I'm sure you understand what I mean. It's so hard to carry on this way. Think I would make a much better man ‘out there’ than woman waiting endlessly here. Honey, I know you wouldn't, but if ever any sort of an opportunity turns up - even if it's a matter of hours take it and I'll be so grateful just to see you. Don't discourage me - let me dream even if it's hopeless. More letters to write now - don't guess I'll ever get caught up. You are all I want and need too darling, and lots, lots more. I love you so much - Bobby
